EMPOWERED FLOW of KANAKA MAOLI

C 1998 Gael Muramoto

Arising from ocean's dark hued abyss,

ancient Pele's smothering spirit

explodes lively molten breath

of orange fired lava.

In an exhale of oozing volcanic juices

that vault water's edge,

beckoning Polynesians to

cooled paradise lands.

A primal gift of breathtaking

vantage views

from Ali`i to Kanaka Maoli

as earth and being merge in spirit oneness.

Perpetual wave lapping souls

billowing from fathom seas

to ancestral heiau site;

Where sacred rituals

mirror circular oneness

between creator and creations;

between creations and creator.

With insight instilled in Kanaka Maoli

to not concede or cede

aloha lands to invasive aliens

bearing veiled paper thin souls

laced with missionary zeal.

Besieged, encroached in darkness;

an island nation's

Queen Lili`uokalani capsized;

supplanted by voracious voyagers

who idolize crass commercialism

and military gamesmanship.

But games played on foreign shores

must heed native edicts or face reckoning

following a centennial of suppressed years.

Drained time lost under

scheme forced pacts

that violate laws of Hawai`i, laws of nature.

Sacred, inalienable codes

which protect, advance

indigenous sovereignty.

For Kanaka Maoli wisdom knows

Pele's rooted smoldering breath

cannot be drowned or extinguished.

For Kanaka Maoli intuition feels

Pele's vitality in agitated core,

awaiting self-determined empowerment.

For Kanaka Maoli seer envisions

Pele's native blood lava

flowing freely once again

over a reclaimed Hawaiian Kingdom.